Song Of The Sage

No man nor a god, with a sword he carved
 With a feather he conjured
 An instrument from the bone of fish
 A kantele from the jaws of a pike
 Sat on a golden rock, on a bank of a golden river
 By the brink of golden falls, under the golden sun
 The birds flew to the singer
 The wildfowl from the open sea
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 The fingers plucked the brightest chord
 Tolled the fangs of a pike
 The colours of rainbow lighted
 Above the silent waters
 Came forth the woodland creatures
 The spirits great and small
 The mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folk
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 Behind a cloud of blue
 The moon wove the strands of silver
 On the edge of the cloud of red
 The daylight gilded the cloth
 The small fish in the shallows
 And the big ones under the surface
 The king of waters, on the waves
 The queen on an open sea
 From distant fens came the swans
 An eagle from its heaven high
 The fingers plucked the brightest chord
 Tolled the fangs of a pike
 The colours of rainbow lighted
 Above the silent waters
 Came forth the woodland creatures
 The spirits great and small
 The mistress and the master of Tapiola, forest folk
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 Each one comprehended and understood
 Each one shed a tear, they wept and cried
 Each and every tear, tears of everyone
 All joined to flow into the silent waters
 The golden stream of life carried the tears to the sea
 To oceans' deep keeps the pearls were concealed